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50 Cent
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Position Of Power
[Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha
[50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you <b>f*ck</b> with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some <b>shoot</b> Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped Aww nigga don't trip You gon' get ya monkey ass hit Run in ya whip tryna <b>f*ck</b> with my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam ?? loud gold top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz <b>shoot</b>, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A nigga big as King King in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and <b>shoot</b> niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You <b>f*ck</b> around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't <b>f*ck</b> with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that ferrari F-50 <b>shoot</b>, its real layed back Type <b>shoot</b> you recline to in the Maybach I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same <b>shoot</b> for ten bodies, you get for one cuz I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryna move cane Make a lil extra money on the side mayn I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You <b>f*ck</b> around if you wanna
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